One day a family went up to the mountain to spend the day skiing. There were the two parents and their three kids. The oldest kid was Jimmy, he was 13 years old and he was accompanied by his two younger siblings Ben and Jack who were 7 and 8 years old. It was a lovely skiing day but the two brothers, Ben and Jack, were getting bored of going up and down very easy hills so they went to their older brother, Jimmy, and said “we are good enough to go down any hill, we aren’t afraid” so Jimmy thought of the hardest, most terrifying hill of the mountain and took his two brothers and challenged them to go down it. The two brothers, who claimed they were not afraid, went down and instantly fell and couldn’t get back up until they rolled all the way to the bottom. After the skiing incident the kids were so scared that they decided to go to the hills that they could handle.

Pseudònim: Jordan

Ten years cycling, through the city. From home to school, on the train to college and now to work … I’ve seen shops open and close, new parks, markets, schools, … new developments some which I like, others not so much. I have seen the baker close down for retirement, the girl at the grocer’s grow up. I have made friends, more than I could have imagined. I have been living here for ten years and for all the years to come. Friendship, love, heartbreak, the first kiss, all the moments you never forget…

Here at this moment I am ending my days, in a place full of metal, dirt and disorder. A sad place to die if you’re a bike, like me … My little owner Laia has grown up too, and has a boyfriend. I liked him until he gave her a beautiful, small, red, flashy Brompthon bicycle. But wait, the iron-monger has a daughter and she looks at me and looks at me again. When Laia leaves me to my destiny the little girl touches my handlebars while looking at her father, and he says: “All yours Ana, go for a ride”. My final days haven’t arrived yet!

Pseudonim: Isolde

There was once a father and a son, who lived in a modest cottage. The two were happy together, although the wife and mother had died years ago.

One day the son asked his father if he could build a tree house, and his father told him that he could built it at the almond tree near the house it was many years ago that he last give fruits and it would be cut. The child immediately went work, he spent so much time in the tree, he began to show affection and care for it, and he also cut the dry branches.

A few weeks later, the child was to improve the tree house, when suddenly he saw that the tree blossoming, and went to tell what happened to his father who was excited because the tree had been planted when they went to live with there wife.

Then the little boy understood the tree had flourished for the love and devotion he had given to it.

Pseudònim: DAONSA

When James woke up that cold winter morning he knew it would be a good day. He dressed up and he went to have breakfast with his parents. While he went to  school he reviewed his maths exam. James knew it all because he had studied the day before. The exam went very well to him and he thought again that it was going to be a great day when the bully of the course went straight to him with his friends and hit him in the face. When he woke up he was in  hospital with a mask in his nose. His mother told him that they had broken his nose. Then he remembered what he had thought when he had woken up and started crying because a boy had ruined his perfect day.

Pseudònim: Juandome

I’m lost in a forest, I don’t know the way home, but, between the trees there is a light, a little light, very similar to the sunlight and I decide to follow it.

I start walking, but the path doesn’t finish, and when it seems closer, the trees start moving. They close the way, I try to cross between them but it’s impossible. Now there is another path on my right, but with no light. I start walking, but I don’t see anything, after some minutes walking, I see a moving light in the middle of the dark, coming to me, and I start running away but the trees start moving and close the escape route. I look back and I see the light closer, and I hide in the trees. I hear a footstep and I stop breathing. I see two man feet. He is holding a blood stained axe. He grabs me by the hair and suddenly, my mother knocks at the door and I open my eyes.

Pseudonym: NPP14